Sunset Valley don't sweat the technique

The cuesta. He'd heard tales of it from Grandmother, of course, but it was so far in the past and so removed that he found the whole thing a fantasy, and cast any curiosity aside. Clearly, Katmai had felt differently.

Blackbear, Kitimat echoed, mentally sorting through their list of kin. Before he could puzzle that one out, his brother was asking him something about. . .an island? Oh, the island, where their mother's family had once lived. Smiling faintly, he nodded, though the gesture was more in courtesy than any sort of intrigue.

Kitty hadn't inherited the wanderering spirit that lived within so many of the Morningsiders. He was content to stay put and look after his family—

Except, apparently, if that meant going off after one of the closest wolves to his heart.

Are you just visiting? he queried. The wind lifted the fur along his neck and shoulders, but his eyes remained steady, trained upon his brother's face.